No Regrets

There’s always regret for things not done,
A little heartache for songs left unsung.
Not that my voice is all that great,
It just seems it was part of my fate

To never climb all those enticing hills
I occasionally glimpse, beckoning me still.
A bit of yearning for what might have been
Had I not tarried so long in the glens.

Yet it was worth those moments of bliss,
The sweet desire, that lingering kiss
Holding me enthralled in love’s embrace,
A willing captive, away from the chase.

 But, of course, I couldn't forever stay,
And after a while, I'd go on my way,
Still in search of some magical thing…
Adventure, or Fame, or Eternal Spring.

So I chased my golden youth along
Blood pulsing, vibrant and strong,
With never a thought that, alas, one day
The pulse would slow and my hair turn gray

 Before I accomplished all I had in mind;
I’d have to leave the quest behind.

But glimmering rainbows will always be there
With crystal songs warm and sweet on the air,

 Calling to me softly when I start to fret,
Gentle reminders I have little to regret.

© 9/1/2004 Thurman P. Woodfork

Awarded 26 October 2004

Awarded 25 April 2008

Awarded 25 April 2008